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My joy is death- Death, at whose name I oft have been afeard, Because I wish'd this world's eternity.
William Shakespeare
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William Shakespeare
Age: 51 †
Born: 1564
Born: April 26
Died: 1616
Died: April 23
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Warwickshire
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William Shakspere
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You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things!
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No reckoning made, but sent to my account with all my imperfections on my head.
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And writers say, as the most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even so by love the young and tender wit Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud, Losing his verdure even in the prime, And all the fair effects of future hopes.
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Affliction may one day smile again and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!.
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